couch plonking

we're having such a long, glorious, indulgent and luxurious summer. it's all about the sunshine hours, decadent food offerings, and my personal cocktail waiter.

my gym subscription finished three months ago, and since then i have been for a grand total of four runs around the block. my sneaky suspicions about becoming a faht luhmp (the h's make those words sound like i have a posh blighty accent) were confirmed this morning when i coughed up eleventy billion bucks to hop on the scales at... the beloved gym. yep, i decided that i am naff at running and need gym classes to trick motivate me to moooove. cos five nasty kilos have wound themselves back around my expandingness, and i have 4% more body fat than three months ago. plus, my abs are not P!NKish at all.

but it's not all doom and gloom. it turns out that i can swap carbs from my dinner plate for a glass of wine...